Scorned: The Rebirth of Kaidaira
Lady Akira said.
"Thank you very much," I said with tears swelling up in my eyes.
"No don't cry, you've cried enough," she said.
As we were eating, a man in his late sixties came in. He was handsome, and I immediately guessed it was her husband, Amun, looks just like him.
"Kaidaira, this is my husband, Anwar, my love this is the girl I told you about last night," she said.
I stood up and bowed my head as a sign of respect.
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